Murphy X Mitzi Novels & Stories

Murphy was the name of Zoe’s father, and the voice was clearly Zoe’s. Without hesitation, she moved quickly and pushed the door open. Zoe stood there with her hair in disarray, looking nothing like the composed woman from the elevator. Most concerning was her hand, which was bleeding. Opposite her stood her father, Mr. Murphy, his face twisted with anger. Shards of broken glass were scattered at his feet. Mr. Murphy was startled by Natalie’s sudden appearance and remained frozen. Natalie ignored him entirely and took hold of Zoe’s hand. "I am going to take you to have that bandaged."

“Kristi that's enough, come on.” Rori was horrified she was causing her friends to fight and Mina rubbed her arms again, Rori shook herself free of Mina’s grasp she felt relaxed again, but this time something about it felt almost false, and she peered at Mina with her eyebrows knitted together. Rori backed up apprehensively, it was quite odd that she felt so mild and warm every time Mina touched her, but her train of thought was interrupted when she withdrew into a mountain and glanced up to see the amber honey glow of eyes that belonged to Murdok. He leaned down in her ear from behind her, “If you are uncomfortable waiting for your Max then I would be more than happy to escort you home.” Ro

I called Tracy, and she promised she would come over to support me during the burial, which was scheduled for the next day. That night, I sat alone in our quiet living room, wrapped in one of my dad’s old sweaters that still carried his scent. Tears streamed down my face as memories flooded me. Unable to sleep, I turned on the TV and began flipping through channels restlessly, desperate for any distraction from the heavy silence. Then I saw it. The headline flashed across the screen in bold letters: “Mike Murphy Ties the Knot – Power Couple Flies Off to Exotic Honeymoon.” There he was—Mike—smiling brightly in a sharp tuxedo, standing beside a beautiful woman in a stunning white gown. They we

" Seeing Clara's pale face, Madison couldn't help but think that, seemingly, Clara was scared by her face. Clara patted her chest at once, calmed down for a moment and asked, "Madison, can you tell me if Ms. Murphy and Mr. Trevino are alright?" "Of course, there's a real bond between Ms. Murphy and Mr. Trevino, and it cannot be affected by a little web celebrity, can it?" Madison snorted lightly. "Of course not! It is great that their relationship is not affected." Finishing her words, Clara turned and left with the papers in her arms.

“Come join me!” I said, not bothered by what I did. “Nah! It's for you alone!” “Come on, Murphy!” I insisted, my mouth already filled with rice. “Alright!” With that he sat closer to me. “Alex, ain't you going out for pre-lunch? Oh! Mr Murphy is here?” Andrus smirks on seeing us eating together. I watched Murphy narrowed his eyes at Andrus, who swallowed hard, and then walked away without anymore words.

“However, you feel about Connor and Charlie, they are good agents who came here for you. Don’t forget that.” I rolled my eyes at him as I walked past him to go into the house. “Hi, I’m Malachi.” I turned to see Malachi extending his hand to Murphey. I completely forgot to introduce him and Alec. “Hi, call me Murphey,” Murphey said as he extended his hand. I always considered Murphey a big man, he was tall and solid. But seeing him next to Malachi was a joke, Malachi had at least a good five inches on him and was more board.

The doors to the private room opened, and the other group strode right in. It was building up toward a brawl. Murphy was their champion on this side. He had nothing to fear from your run-of-the-mill rich brats—especially not now that he was working for the Mayberry group. Everyone looked toward him in anticipation. Murphy cleared his throat and stood. “My friends, we did reserve this room first. Changing places now is simply not an option—that’s just unreasonable. How about this, next time, I make it my treat? We can have a meal together at Homeland Kitchen along Mayberry Commercial Street!”

“Tonight, a lot of the flat’s tenants are either going home or having events outside. I’m just worried that you’re lonely or scared of being alone.” Harper seemed sincere and caring. However, Natalie did not want to get involved with another man. After meeting so many scoundrels, she had become traumatized by men. “Oh, you don’t have to worry, Mr. Lawrence,” Natalie said with a smile. “I’ll eat these mince pies. Please pass on my thanks to your mom.” Harper didn’t insist. He nodded and smiled. “All right. Merry Christmas, Miss Smith!” “Merry Christmas!” Natalie smiled and then watched the man with glasses leave. She sighed before finally going inside and closing the door.

He smiled. I smiled as I looked at him. He was so caring and compassionate. How could be, growing up in a mafia. That truly made my mind wonder. And Ace, that man seemed to be the opposite. That intrigued me even more so. A mafia was not place for laughter or kindness. "Yes." I nodded. He led me through the living room which was not crowed at all. There I was thinking I was popular and people would attend the party. Bottles of wine, champagne and stronger stuff were placed on tables. Waiters stood around and offered guests drinks occasionally.